# Michael Hurley, the Now-Late

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**Category:** Cafe Society\
**Created:** [April 4, 2025, 11:44pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/michael-hurley-the-now-late/1016653 "2025-04-04T23:44:12Z")\
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**Author:** ![Hatchie](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/hatchie/32/3983_2.png) [@Hatchie](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Hatchie)\
**Post date:** [April 4, 2025, 11:44pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/michael-hurley-the-now-late/1016653/1 "2025-04-04T23:44:12Z")

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Michael Hurley’s plainspoken surrealism is no more.

He was a guy who didn’t much care about a music career, just someone who would get up on a stage and strum a few quiet chords, but people wouldn’t believe the stuff he was singing. Sort of like Jimmie Rodgers, the older Singing Brakeman one, not the pop singer one, who yodeled a bit but why were the words about a Protein Monster eating a sack of poison sugar, rolling his eyes as he crawled out of the barn to die in the weeds? Well, I wasn’t sure but it did paint a picture in my brain.

Moved on a couple days ago. Recorded lots of records. Played lots of places to mostly small crowds. Them folks will miss his strange music and cruddy cartoons of wolves and woodpecker-notes or whatever they were, and naked drunk men and women careening through some podunk town’s main street. I know I will.  
https://www.youtube.com/embed/vsLc5xNvZS0?feature=oembed&wmode=opaque&list=PL7DrD19gpiQjJf6_raDLwxr5kIiqI-X8R